Monday, September 21, 2015


I cannot write of how many times I snapped awake--like, all the way awake--from flashback nightmares, last night.  I lost count after the third time within about an hour. 

And I'm picking up papers today.  And will be grading for the rest of the week. 

Speaking of which...that's what I'm doing now: grading revisions and extensions. 

I need more coffee.  Lots and lots more coffee. 


  1. The other night my wife woke me up by nudging me, at full arms length, because I was screaming in my sleep.

    It is my experience that nightmares mean you have something on your mind, but I'll be flayed, tanned, and turned into bookbinding before I can figure out an easy transition from "nightmare" to "what's really bothering me."

    1. My problem is that my male genetic donor was horribly abusive, and I just go through cycles of flashbacks every so often, especially when hit by one of my triggers (like going to church). Alcohol helps, but only so much.

    2. I've done melatonin, but I can't do it regularly or it won't work when I really need it to. I've been off the anti-depressants for about four years now, and sure as heck never want to deal with those side effects again.

      Good luck getting good sleep, rest is a precious commodity for anyone.

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    1. Last cup of coffee had a goodly amount of alcohol added to it. The awful tension in my back and shoulders is gone, at least. I'll make it.


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